Hello languish! The museum of the phoenix hall at Uji has wonders to move someone to tears; I had endless amounts of fun wandering along river banks, and somehow forget to eat in the midst of it all. Kyoto is old and full of wonders. I may soon go to the mountains to stay briefly with Buddhist monks as a pilgrim- I wonder how much they enjoy life. I should like to see for myself.
Never doing much of anything, I have done a great many things recently, and currently content myself with an endless supply of warm drinks- Yuzu-and-honey flavoured tea at the moment is particularly exceptional.
I am sure there is something to be said for the gentle culture apparent in The Wind in the Willows and Winnie the Pooh, that addresses the reader so knowingly and warmly while gently and indirectly exhorting all who would listen against hurrying or having a sense of self-importance.
Just now I am dreaming of the vanished central asia; of turkic folk and tea, pastoral life and tapestries. The auspicious conjunction is somewhere, and I am certain it has tea. The riddle that eludes me is mormons, who have clearly grasped happiness yet deny tea openly. Where is the explanation? Does the junction between denial of tea and self-satisfaction truly exist?
Every time I try to think of rejecting passions, my passions sing to me and let me know how much happiness there can be. I am pleased to let them run their course, while not dismissing entirely the notion of self-regualtion, but am captivated by the figures of Javert or Minister Frollo- where do hatred and the black and white worldview lie in relation to the yukkuri and endless relaxation?
It would seem that Southerners knew violence and hatred while also enjoying the idyllic existence- certainly I cannot continence the rejection of in-group out-group thinking. But how can it be amicably wedded to calm? The very notion of hatred suggests something cannot be tolerated, and thus demands some sort of action. Passions seem to attack the gentle world of mercy and beauty that I would live in, and I am not sure that casting them away is necessarily to the good.
It turns out I shall once more have a cat this fall. I look forward to giving it my sincere affections.
This thread was right next to the Gore Vidal one and I read it as "Lettow dead".
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 01, 2012, 04:58:26 AM
Every time I try to think of rejecting passions, my passions sing to me and let me know how much happiness there can be.
To have your anal cavity pummeled to the point that it's as inflamed as a cherry blossom?
Sexuality is an uncomfortable subject, but there is much and more that I find noble about submission to someone else. The word is rightly made more of hierarchies than equalities, and I see nothing unantural in thinking yourself inferior or superior to even someone held in dear regard. The subordination of your own passions and comforts to the pleasure of someone else is a beautiful thing and I am happy that humanity is capable of it. Sexuality in which both are aroused and desirous is less commendable than a situation in which one accedes to the others wishes out of duty and love.
Maidens should be yielding, not wanton!
This thread has brought Languish one step closer to becoming a zoo for creative writing exercises. I applaud this development.
Quote from: Solmyr on August 01, 2012, 05:12:48 AM
This thread was right next to the Gore Vidal one and I read it as "Lettow dead".
You are not alone.
You know, just the other day, I was wondering if you were dead.
Quote from: Razgovory on August 01, 2012, 06:51:22 PM
You know, just the other day, I was wondering if you were dead.
I figured he got his dick stuck in one of those square watermelons. He thought the melon was a captured runaway slave and he passed out and hit his head and bled out.
Squee.
Uji is on my list of things to do for my obon travels, I'm to start at wakayama (after some osaka/kobe time) then go through the kii mountains and up to nara and uji.
Sadly the kii mountains railways seem to take forever so I'll only have time for the westernmost sights in one day :(
Hey, if you're still around Tokyo next Tuesday my friend is leading an event for gay jets in Shinjuku二丁目. I'm sure you can join him and get your submission on.
Hi Lettow.
How is it going?
Life goes great- every day is exciting. I am always very hungry and tired, and have lost a big ole basket full of weight, but I will make up for it all when I get back to Tennessee with a return to the idyllic life of oversleep and overeating.
Quote from: Siege on August 01, 2012, 08:27:02 PM
Hi Lettow.
How is it going?
This post has a suspicious "timed detonation" vibe to it.
Today I only had some kitsune udon, but even so, I could not finish it, nor keep it down. I don't particularly feel sick, but I have almost no energy. I am not too worried, because there is still unlimited green tea, and life remains a gentle dream. The sun pulses, my back and stomache sweat from my travel baggage, and still I can only smile at how pleasant it is to tump over and relax under a tree while thinking of where I will go to next.
For tomorrow, I will try to avoid grains and eat some meat and fruit- I think I should like to go to Nagoya, having heard pleasant things about its maid cafes.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 02, 2012, 07:00:43 AM
For tomorrow, I will try to avoid grains and eat some meat and fruit- I think I should like to go to Nagoya, having heard pleasant things about its maid cafes.
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Tyr and Lettow, did either of you go to Uji yet?
Are my posts really that hard to read? Of course I was at Uji! It was charming. I loved it.
But seedy, are maid cafes so strange? It is hardly the first I have been to..
I failed to find the fruit and meat quested for, but I did eat something and keep it down yesterday evening. Today I got lost in Nagoya, but found a different maid cafe anyhow. (Situated right next to a NERV bar, even..) Cafe de la Bonne, it was charming. I had considered ordering food there, but held off lest the consumption of food sully the tranquil atmosphere within. I had a pleasant chat with one of the maids, and drank some heated milk tea. Life was good.
I will set off for the proper maid cafe later, but also this town boasts a maid izakaya, and I am interested to try it out. I hear there are a number of games the maids will play with you, as well.
For the seedys in the audience: Right out of the station, nagoya blindsides you with a ton of neon signs advertising various places of prostitution. Prices are reasonable and pictures are included; I was particularly amused by the name GYPSY QUEEN, and immediately thought of CdM and Tamas. I was able to find a cheap hotel nearby, and got my first sleep on a bed in quite some time, which also allowed me to bathe and shave. It was a decadence and I will not be going to a hotel again in Japan.
I had a surreal encounter with Nagoya's incompetent criminal class, which I laughed off and then reported to the police. They were so effusive in their apologies and embarassment that I let them off easy by suspecting aloud that he was Korean. It was my first encounter with crime in which I did not accede peacebly to demands; how empowering! But I simply cant take Japanese criminals seriously. They dont know what they are doing and it is embarrassing.
Nagoya has something of an unpleasant air about it, being an industrial town, and I wonder if I wasnt a fool to leave Kyoto, which in my impudence I felt to be stifling. Still, I draw ever closer to Tokyo. If the indecency of the city wears me down too much, I may escape to an onsen village in rural Gifu. Once you resign yourself to Japanese staring at your penis and hairiness, the Onsen is really lovely.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 02, 2012, 09:31:47 PM
But seedy, are maid cafes so strange? It is hardly the first I have been to..
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He butchered that so badly! Look at his shoes! Look at that flawed, flawed, flawed execution of stockings! The imbecile hasnt even begun to grasp how zettai ryouiki works. Furthermore, the outfit is overly simple without even achieving a humble and modest aesthetic. It manages to feel both dull and loud at once; it is a disaster.
I suddenly want to go to Bukhara and Samarkand; I wonder at the wisdom of the trip, but think I should like to do it in the near future. The allure is hard to ascribe anything specific to- I find myself nearly dreaming in a strange haze in which a diffident French rule has been brought to the region, compelling only the most perfunctory obedience, and yet leaving gentle waves of French influence.
What shame that it failed to fall within the outer reaches of the co-prosperity sphere!
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 04, 2012, 06:40:38 AM
I find myself nearly dreaming in a strange haze in which a diffident French rule has been brought to the region, compelling only the most perfunctory obedience, and yet leaving gentle waves of French influence.
You know, for the longest time I figured you were just full of shit, and then I realized that all this would simply be too much work to maintain.
You, my kimono'd teatime friend, are batshit insane.
Marse Seedy! I know you can imagine it if you try!
Imagine a middle aged woman teaching her daughters how to sew the family tapestries; imagine the doldrums of a long caravan- the indifferent expression of a French colonial judge who disinterestedly dispenses an approximation of justice following a dispute involving a renounced marriage midway through the week-long marriage feast.
Rugs are beaten, tea is ubiquitous, poured from fearful heights that imperil the elaborate swirling designs of the table-cover. Tinctures of opium are here made for the use of the wider French Empire. The nomadic tribes mostly stay out of trouble, except with one another, but are slowly, with no sense of urgency, being drawn into the modern world- here a Tribesman has a LeMat revolver, there the young son of a tribal chief is sent to a French hospital for treatment rather than entrusted to a travelling doctor.
With a horrible sense of inevitability a Catholic priest comes to violence, and the french government is left no choice but to take action. Men on both sides are killed; the Foreign Legion, less a few of its contigent of heroes but greater for the loss, finds itself deployed to yet another wilderness. Veteran colons of Algerie come to this lazy new Outremer, lured by cheap land and civil service positions, to find that the local bread has more in common with the Patrie proper than anything in beloved Algiers. Talk of a railroad comes to nothing, and life goes on in a slow pulsing cycle.
Can you see it now, seedy? Isn't it pretty! Arranged marriages, cats, tea and the meandering steppe-life. Bazaars and ruins! It is not crazy to like such things.
I so want to Bataan Death March you.
Dingy Soviet rule rule was brought to the region. Do you like backgammon, furry men with no shirts, shared econovan taxis, and kvass?
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 04, 2012, 08:40:37 AM
Marse Seedy! I know you can imagine it if you try!
Imagine a middle aged woman teaching her daughters how to sew the family tapestries; imagine the doldrums of a long caravan- the indifferent expression of a French colonial judge who disinterestedly dispenses an approximation of justice following a dispute involving a renounced marriage midway through the week-long marriage feast.
Rugs are beaten, tea is ubiquitous, poured from fearful heights that imperil the elaborate swirling designs of the table-cover. Tinctures of opium are here made for the use of the wider French Empire. The nomadic tribes mostly stay out of trouble, except with one another, but are slowly, with no sense of urgency, being drawn into the modern world- here a Tribesman has a LeMat revolver, there the young son of a tribal chief is sent to a French hospital for treatment rather than entrusted to a travelling doctor.
With a horrible sense of inevitability a Catholic priest comes to violence, and the french government is left no choice but to take action. Men on both sides are killed; the Foreign Legion, less a few of its contigent of heroes but greater for the loss, finds itself deployed to yet another wilderness. Veteran colons of Algerie come to this lazy new Outremer, lured by cheap land and civil service positions, to find that the local bread has more in common with the Patrie proper than anything in beloved Algiers. Talk of a railroad comes to nothing, and life goes on in a slow pulsing cycle.
Can you see it now, seedy? Isn't it pretty! Arranged marriages, cats, tea and the meandering steppe-life. Bazaars and ruins! It is not crazy to like such things.
:)
Somebody read too many Horseclans novels.
Why? How would that help us?
Quote from: The Brain on August 04, 2012, 10:51:32 AM
Why? How would that help us?
It would distract me from lettow's insanity (or elaborate trolls).
What Lettow wants is Italian run steppe people. 40 year old men never leaving their yurts.
I had never heard of those books.
Also, Italian? Where do you get these strange ideas? Nobody wants italians running anything anywhere.
It is a shame y'all cannot conceive of the beautiful dream, however. It is lovely to conceptualize.
QuoteWhere do you get these strange ideas?
Somebody is got some brass balls to even ask that when they post about weird french neo-colonialism and which ethnic groups to place in their magic space ark ship.
Waah! Missed my second opportunity to take a photo of one of the Emperor's faithful noise trucks- this one even stopped briefly. I am ashamed.
In any event, my current state is not good enough to go to the otaku district; It may have to wait another 24 hour cycle, at which point I will hopefully have found some reservoir of energy lying beyond beyond the present. For now I will hazard an attempt at sleep after reading just a bit more about lesbians running a tea shop- I am loathe to pull myself away from such quiet, tranquil subject matter.
QuoteTyr and Lettow, did either of you go to Uji yet?
Next Tuesday
QuoteI had a surreal encounter with Nagoya's incompetent criminal class, which I laughed off and then reported to the police. They were so effusive in their apologies and embarassment that I let them off easy by suspecting aloud that he was Korean. It was my first encounter with crime in which I did not accede peacebly to demands; how empowering! But I simply cant take Japanese criminals seriously. They dont know what they are doing and it is embarrassing.
What happened?
Ah, it is a strange tale. I was walking near the red-light district of Nagoya, about to go into a tsutaya, when I was stopped by a fat and tall man's solicitation. He asked me to follow him- he was a skechy character, but it was broad daylight and I walk the world blown by the wind, so I thought it was as much a direction as any to follow.
As we walked we talked about what he wanted- it quickly became clear he was trying to lead me to meet some woman. I protested and explained my lack of interest, which took more explaining than it should have. His Japanese was very hard to follow as he insisted on talking quickly and like a yakuza from a bad drama. So far, this was just a boring solicitation of a tourist to go into some fleshpot place- but multiple things made it get weirder.
For one, he had a headset in which he was contiously explaining his situation vis-a-vis the gaijin. For another, after it became clear I had no interest in the women of the defiled world, he repeatedly changed tacks. He examined the undersides of my arms while trying to communicate to me there were drugs to be had; he asked me to buy him alcohol at a convenience store. If I would just follow him, there was someone who spoke english. But in my absolute favourite iteration, if I would just follow him, there was american food waiting. I started laughing at him badly at that one.
Now, at one point he took off his headset to have me speak into it- I presumed in english, but no, it was to be in Japanese, and he held it in such a way that I could not hear, only speak. I was baffled, but began speaking gamely enough. I had only got as far as "zankoku na tenshi no youni" before he took it away in obvious irritation. I mentioned before that he examined my veins- he got progressively more grabby, and when I grew bored with his antics (for I really was interested initially; every meeting is a beautiful chance encounter, after all) after some thirty minutes I began walking away.
He would of course position himself in front of me, glower down at me from his substantial height advantage, or simply roughly grab my arm. At the last I began to change my tone- I told him for one that I was an American, and that Americans lose to none, but worse, that he had not reckoned on meeting a Southerner, and that the sons of Lee and Forrest would not be interfered with my some shameless man from Nagoya. I exclusively began referring to myself as ore-sama, and variously warned that the greatest empire in the world would rain fire on the city, that he had best stick to harassing mere Japanese, and that he was a joke of a criminal and made me nostalgic for the niggers of home, and finally extolled him to go back home to his mother.
How extremely nonviolent the Japanese are cannot be impressed enough- for one, he let me take his picture with much hemming and hawwing, but did not do what he should have done, which was beat me, and take all of my stuff, including the camera. Second, he backed down when I began threatening to beat him like a kankokujin dorei, and seemed to quite honestly have initiating confrontational grabbing and interference without the intent or desire for a scrap. What is wrong with him?
Absurdly, at this point he threatened to call the police on me. This was near the very end of our meeting, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. He has no idea how to be a criminal; he should pick on foreigners after dark, and swiftly beat them and take their things. Had he done so, what could I have said? Go to a police box and said a large Japanese man took my things? He lacks aggressive spirit; Jamal Jones could teach him any number of things.
In any event, I was disappointed that there was, after all, no American Food, but felt it would be best if I went to the Koban. Before finding one I found the police station proper, and made my report there. The policemen, besides exclaiming how cool my passport was and praising America, said in poor english that Japan and America were brothers, and began bowing repeatedly when they heard what had happened- they were so sorry, it was probably a non-Japanese who did it, and wouldn't I please not tell anyone in America about this? Could this possibly not ruin my opinion of Japan? They would, of course, take the strongest possible measures..
I was thoroughly charmed, and later saw policemen walking around the area of the event. Japan is delightful. (They printed out the hemming and hawwing loser-picture, and I still have one as a keepsake myself..)
Sounds wonderful. :)
The walking life is a little lonely. Foreigners I encounter in Japan offend me with their noise and indiscretion- but there is quite a gulf between me and most Japanese. It can be hard to have a good conversation, although some earnest people put in a mighty effort.
I will go to parts elsewhere tomorrow, but I am not really sure where as yet..
I am terrified by how much I miss Tennessee and my roommate, for I know I need to leave both behind eventually. I tell myself once I get settled and employed here and make new permanent contacts in a new permanent locale I will re-adjust, but there is that typical anxiety I am sure every young 20-something feels. Crossing permanently onto the other side of the world is naturally going to induce a certain amount of concern.
I have been struggling with detachment to my own existence, but have finally reconciled to it as a sort of blessing. I am quite alright with the dream-state life- but how pleasant it would be to wake up to someone to care for and be cared for by! That way lies dependence, but it is a pleasant thought even so.
I have dedicated a lot of effort to convincing myself that the world is beautiful; I think it isnt just bluster, and there really is something to it. It makes me sad to think of how hateful Afrikaners or Southerners are, and how their environment makes them such- how could it, if the world is beautiful? But not everywhere is like that, and surely that is just an unfortunate circumstance. I don't feel tethered to reality at all; my beloved roommate I lean on too much is only a distant voice, and its as if I knew nobody at all
I am happy because I am afraid of what it would mean if I was sad; I float through life because I dont really think I could get up if I fell. Do you understand, languish? I think tea and fluffy things are an excellent choice for this life; sitting here, reading, drinking tea, I feel in some way fulfilled, but more beautiful than such things is surely human kindness, and I should probably make more effort to share the beauty of the world with someone. I know, though, that I am too irregular for most, and that sort of thing would not only reduce my floating freedom, but make me once again hostage to fortune; the consolation of slowly losing everyone is that at long last you are in no danger of losing anyone. It is an irrational absurdity, but I am so reluctant to lose anyone that I am loathe to even know new people to lose in the first place..
Finally, social obligations are a sort of chaining tethyr. What I have now is the miracle of no real footprint in life; I could disappear permanently tomorrow and it would not ruffle many feathers. I don't like the idea of being needed, because it scares me to think the world could become so oppressive yet I would be duty-bound to continue living in it for someone else's sake. When I think of how unhappy my father was for so many long years, and how candidly he told me he only lived in the world for my benefit, I feel very guilty and sad. Sad that I made him suffer, guilty that I am not doing more with the gift he gave me, sad that my coming into the world was such an inauspicious turn of events for such a great man, and guilty that I will never have the energy or determination to work as hard as he did. I admire him for his efforts and shrink from following in his footsteps.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 05, 2012, 05:36:37 AM
The walking life is a little lonely. Foreigners I encounter in Japan offend me with their noise and indiscretion-
You do realize that
Nevermind.
Maan, Akiba is crazy
I accidentally went into three maid cafes in one day. The ladies ask you to do so, and how can you very well say no? There is far too much stuff to see in one day. I will tour more tomorrow, and then on to Yasukuni Shrine- from thence, the wonderful return to green and lovely Tennessee!
I still have to try and find a motoko kusanagi dakimakura and some my little pony doujins for my friends, though..
wuaah, maybe it was a mistake to turn in for the day! I feel so hyper; doubtlessly this is what eating several meals in one day feels like. Energy unbidden sits my feet to tapping, and I can scarce but think of the promise of the future and how gently life has treated me this last year- surely next year shall be even better!
We will have an apartment with a cat! A cat in the house again!
I find Akiba to be pretty dissapointing.
Sure the maids are amusing and often more than a little vomit inducing (the way some really try their hardest to look childish....) and the multi-floor porn mega marts are humerous but....its supposed to be more than that.
Don't listen to Squeeze Lettuce. Find whatever makes you happy and stick with it.
Quote from: Tyr on August 06, 2012, 06:05:39 AM
I find Akiba to be pretty dissapointing.
Sure the maids are amusing and often more than a little vomit inducing (the way some really try their hardest to look childish....) and the multi-floor porn mega marts are humerous but....its supposed to be more than that.
How many floors would satisfy you?
Tyr, you don't really have much use for the otaku culture the place is a shrine to though, do you?
To recognize that "Alice human sacrifice" is playing in a public place, or to find more doujins for your favourite anime than you knew existed, or to hunt for specific figurines, can you really do such?
Also, the maids are adorable! I was spoonfed, er..
No, the place is quite wonderful. Quite wonderful!
Before I came to Japan I had heard stories of Akihbara being an awesome geek mekka, I was very much looking forward to visiting there.
Having done so many times though (my friend lives a few stops away, I'm in the area a lot for other reasons)....it just doesn't live up to the hype at all. I'm told it peaked a decade ago and is now a shadow of its former self. There remains some interesting stores but nothing really worth the 2 1/2 hour journey it would be from my place let alone travelling halfway around the world for as its reputation warrants.
As a friend of mine said - Japan is an awesome propegandist. It is very very good at presenting a certain image of itself which doesn't quite match up with reality.
I continue to suspect, though, that you would enjoy it a lot more if you actually were much of an anime fan. Most of the stuff I saw was from the last few seasons, so if you were out of the loop it wouldn't have much relevance..
But hey, dont be impressed if you'd like, I guess. It certainly awes me! My beautiful river city has nothing to compare.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 06, 2012, 04:17:23 AM
I still have to try and find a motoko kusanagi dakimakura (...)
:pinch:
Take it easy, eeeasy...
That said, you personality does fit well with Japan (unless you intend to pull some Mishima-style end there). Will you make a permanent move?
Also, I know it may seem different at first, but the country is more than Tokyo...
I spent most of my time here in Fukuoka. I have been to rural kyushu, spending the night in tiny towns- I have been to kyoto, nagoya, and kumamoto. I am only just now getting around to getting to Akihabara, and I leave in two days or so.
I wouldn't go out -Mishima- style, as stylin' and fresh as it indisputably was.
I intend to make a permanent move here, yes. But not Tokyo! It is too crowded. Tottori, Kyushu, Tohouku? Those all sound glamorous to me.
edit: and the dakimakura isnt for me :P It should be obvious I would have no interest in a pillow of the Major. She isnt exactly an elegant maiden.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 06, 2012, 07:44:49 AM
I intend to make a permanent move here, yes.
I'm not sure that a male caucasian cross-dressing as a giggly schoolgirl offers that much of a viable income.
Then again, maybe it does. Best of luck. Enjoy the cock.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 06, 2012, 07:44:49 AMI intend to make a permanent move here, yes.
What will you eat? Or is your plan to open a restaurant for Southern style home cooking?
Quote from: Syt on August 06, 2012, 07:51:17 AM
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 06, 2012, 07:44:49 AMI intend to make a permanent move here, yes.
What will you eat? Or is your plan to open a restaurant for Southern style home cooking?
Japs would have trouble pronouncing "Cracker Barrel".
That's the problem I have been pondering. I lost a frightening amount of weight while I was here, and never really enjoyed the meals.
I guess I will have to cook for myself, and cook Southern cuisine as best as I know how, until such time as I marry a Japanese woman. Then she can take over, after I set a prohibition against uncooked meats, horse, squid, and other Japanese culinary mis-steps.
Either there or in space, right?
Laugh if you will. I found a gentle maiden who was regretfully reminiscing about the Boshin war, and the anniversary of a gallant member of the Shinsengumi's death. We talked about history, went to a cat cafe, and discussed the beauty of maid outfits. If such charming ladies exist, it will not be hard at all to make a happy life here.
Lettow's thread makes me glad I live in the PRC.
Quote from: Pitiful Pathos on August 06, 2012, 09:00:13 AM
Lettow's thread makes me glad I live in the PRC.
Do you pine for a chinaman girl and hope to recreate the sacred south mixed with the leadership of Cao Cao with your offspring?
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 06, 2012, 07:11:39 AM
I continue to suspect, though, that you would enjoy it a lot more if you actually were much of an anime fan. Most of the stuff I saw was from the last few seasons, so if you were out of the loop it wouldn't have much relevance..
But hey, dont be impressed if you'd like, I guess. It certainly awes me! My beautiful river city has nothing to compare.
I do like some anime (though refuse to term myself an anime fan. Being a fan of an entire broad medium is daft). Though generally not the latest popular thing.
Akiba is supposed to be about more than that however, yet the gadgetry and gaming side of things is rather mediocre.
Even on the manga front there's not much in Akiba that you can't get in any other town in Japan. Or indeed online in this day and age- such is a key part of the reason for Akibas fall I believe, catering to a tech savvy crowd as they do.
Glad you enjoyed it though, but I'm surprised it didn't dissapoint you.
Its interesting you say that about anime. It is indeed a broad medium- I dislike or have no interest in a majority of it. Still, you wouldn't say it was foolish to term yourself a rap fan if the principal music you liked was rap, even if you only liked some of it, surely? Would it be daft for someone to say they like cinema since that encompasses so many varied movies, and they cannot possibly like all of them?
It is a medium, but it also is an over-arching genre. It has its own tropes, internal logic, and cultural undercurrents to separate it from merely being the medium of animation as opposed to live action. (Over-ossified in fact; there are plenty of anime you need not see, because you have seen the same one under five different names before..) It is sufficiently distinct from any other entertainment that once you have adjusted to its self-referential subculture it provides a unique experience from other things; I certainly think it is more than just a medium, and that it makes sense to declare oneself a fan of it (or indeed, a vocal critic, as it has form and substance enough to like or hate, according to one's tastes..)
Again, though, saying one is a fan of anime does not go part-in-parcel with an all-encompassing acceptance of all the drivel that gets shoveled out.
Quote from: Ed Anger on August 06, 2012, 09:03:27 AM
Quote from: Pitiful Pathos on August 06, 2012, 09:00:13 AM
Lettow's thread makes me glad I live in the PRC.
Do you pine for a chinaman girl and hope to recreate the sacred south mixed with the leadership of Cao Cao with your offspring?
I will create the Tang dynasty in space.
Quote from: Pitiful Pathos on August 06, 2012, 10:12:22 AM
Quote from: Ed Anger on August 06, 2012, 09:03:27 AM
Quote from: Pitiful Pathos on August 06, 2012, 09:00:13 AM
Lettow's thread makes me glad I live in the PRC.
Do you pine for a chinaman girl and hope to recreate the sacred south mixed with the leadership of Cao Cao with your offspring?
I will create the Tang dynasty in space.
Too late. :(
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Quote from: Lettow77 on August 06, 2012, 09:42:42 AM
Its interesting you say that about anime. It is indeed a broad medium- I dislike or have no interest in a majority of it. Still, you wouldn't say it was foolish to term yourself a rap fan if the principal music you liked was rap, even if you only liked some of it, surely? Would it be daft for someone to say they like cinema since that encompasses so many varied movies, and they cannot possibly like all of them?
It is a medium, but it also is an over-arching genre. It has its own tropes, internal logic, and cultural undercurrents to separate it from merely being the medium of animation as opposed to live action. (Over-ossified in fact; there are plenty of anime you need not see, because you have seen the same one under five different names before..) It is sufficiently distinct from any other entertainment that once you have adjusted to its self-referential subculture it provides a unique experience from other things; I certainly think it is more than just a medium, and that it makes sense to declare oneself a fan of it (or indeed, a vocal critic, as it has form and substance enough to like or hate, according to one's tastes..)
Again, though, saying one is a fan of anime does not go part-in-parcel with an all-encompassing acceptance of all the drivel that gets shoveled out.
With cinema...yeah. To say you like films seems a bit mad to me too.
Though with rap I see your point. And I guess thats why I wouldn't call myself an anime fan. I like some anime but it is certainly not my main form of entertainment.
I don't think there's enough in common amongst all anime to call it a genre. There are genres within anime certainly but an all-encompassing anime genre?...there's just too much difference between say Grave of the Fireflies and your generic high school harem comedy.
Yes- in the sense that Grave of the Fireflies is scarcely anime at all. It may be a fine film, (and it is,) but there is little reason it could not have been live action. Anime opens various possibilities, the potential of which was not realized by Grave of the Fireflies.
When I say anime is more an over-arching genre than a medium, I would tend to think Grave of the Fireflies is scarcely anime at all, but merely in the medium of animation. I recognize most people would not agree with this, and it is an excessively nuanced position, but even so.
Back from Japan! What fun! My roommate has grown out a fringe beard that accentuates the glorious summer of his youth; he looks more dashing than ever. We immediately went out for fried chicken. Southern cuisine! Life is, was, and remains wonderful.
edit: weighed myself- lost 19 pounds in around 5 weeks. Depressing stuff!
QuoteMy roommate has grown out a fringe beard that accentuates the glorious summer of his youth; he looks more dashing than ever.
NECKBEARD.
Dangerously gallant! Southern gentlemen have long had such fine tufts of hair. He looks as though at any moment he could fall dead, another priceless offering at the alter of barren glory and indulgence of Lee's ill-advised propensity for the advance.
Mew.
so gonna end up eating faces.
Quote from: HVC on August 10, 2012, 12:32:58 PM
so gonna end up eating faces.
He's got Southern food available again, so maybe he won't get that hungry.
ah, what a relief! The Japanese maiden who loved the Shinsengumi- I read a book on them, and then cross-referenced with her previous comments. Her favourite shinsengumi is my favourite as well, the tragic consumptive figure Okita Souji. Good, good! It is not that ogre Serizawa..
Yes, this maiden is ideologically sound. I must make all efforts to secure her for the future, insofar as the matter can be arranged.
Edit: actually, I rather love Okita myself..he was worthier of a grander cause on a more tragic scene, although his bloody work in Kyoto quite suffices as sufficient pageantry for his heroics. Ah, life is wonderful!
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He would of course position himself in front of me, glower down at me from his substantial height advantage, or simply roughly grab my arm. At the last I began to change my tone- I told him for one that I was an American, and that Americans lose to none, but worse, that he had not reckoned on meeting a Southerner, and that the sons of Lee and Forrest would not be interfered with my some shameless man from Nagoya. I exclusively began referring to myself as ore-sama, and variously warned that the greatest empire in the world would rain fire on the city, that he had best stick to harassing mere Japanese, and that he was a joke of a criminal and made me nostalgic for the niggers of home, and finally extolled him to go back home to his mother.
How extremely nonviolent the Japanese are cannot be impressed enough- for one, he let me take his picture with much hemming and hawwing, but did not do what he should have done, which was beat me, and take all of my stuff, including the camera. Second, he backed down when I began threatening to beat him like a kankokujin dorei, and seemed to quite honestly have initiating confrontational grabbing and interference without the intent or desire for a scrap. What is wrong with him?
I laughed out loud at this. People outside my office asked me what was going on. :lol:
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 10, 2012, 01:30:50 PM
Her favourite shinsengumi is my favourite as well
That's a relief; there is nothing worse in a relationship then shinsengumi incompatibility.
Quote from: The Minsky Moment on August 10, 2012, 05:05:09 PM
That's a relief; there is nothing worse in a relationship then shinsengumi incompatibility.
Would you date a woman who drank wine out of a box?
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on August 10, 2012, 05:12:36 PM
Would you date a woman who drank wine out of a box?
Bag-in-box is a great technology.
Too bad so few good producers ever use it.
Am I living in a box?
Quote from: The Brain on August 10, 2012, 05:27:44 PM
Am I living in a box?
A mime is a terrible thing to waste.
Quote from: The Minsky Moment on August 10, 2012, 05:18:18 PM
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on August 10, 2012, 05:12:36 PM
Would you date a woman who drank wine out of a box?
Bag-in-box is a great technology.
Too bad so few good producers ever use it.
Nice lawyerly sidestep. :cool:
Hey - just means more of the good stuff for me.
My only redlines are racists and glorification of the Confederacy.
Quote from: The Minsky Moment on August 10, 2012, 05:32:47 PM
Hey - just means more of the good stuff for me.
My only redlines are racists and glorification of the Confederacy.
It was about districts' rights. So there.
Quote from: The Minsky Moment on August 10, 2012, 05:18:18 PM
Bag-in-box is a great technology.
That's soooo Steve Dallas.
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He had a Buick with mag wheels, you know.
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on August 10, 2012, 05:12:36 PM
Quote from: The Minsky Moment on August 10, 2012, 05:05:09 PM
That's a relief; there is nothing worse in a relationship then shinsengumi incompatibility.
Would you date a woman who drank wine out of a box?
I hardly see how a girl being a cheap date is a bad thing.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 10, 2012, 01:30:50 PM
ah, what a relief! The Japanese maiden who loved the Shinsengumi- I read a book on them, and then cross-referenced with her previous comments. Her favourite shinsengumi is my favourite as well, the tragic consumptive figure Okita Souji. Good, good! It is not that ogre Serizawa..
I knew that you would love Okita. A sickly romantic swordsman seems right up your alley.
CdM's Steve Dallas reference confirms his awesomeness.
Quote from: Neil on August 10, 2012, 08:31:26 PM
I knew that you would love Okita. A sickly romantic swordsman seems right up your alley.
You know my tastes as well as anyone on the forum, for sure. A sickly romantic swordsman is more or less as good as it gets. His final interlude with the cat sealed the deal. I am totally an Okita fan for the rest of my days, and can't but think better of any lovely maiden who shares the opinion.
Loud, fat black people, Porkchops with gravy, buttered corn on the cob, and fried chicken wrapped in red beans & rice- I am eating high on the hog once again, and enjoying the bounty of my raucous country.
I had a talk with my roommate about our concerns regarding how hard it was to leave Tennessee, how paradoxically we, having been to better countries, miss the comforts of home- no place but my beautiful river city is my true home. Yet leave I must! There is no proper home as such, for me here- Family is only a memory, and society does not smile upon the cohabitation of men beyond their college years. Soon enough we each must branch out and become heads of our own households- For me it would be bleak finding an apartment and employment here, and graduate school would be nothing but a deleterious continuation of the dream-life that knows no labour or true responsibilities.
Japan will set me on my own two feet, and I will no longer live in someone else's house out of their Christian kindness and beneficence, but it will be so painful to leave this place behind. I wish it was possible to have the advantages and comforts of each.
I still go through life as if not really awake, and it is a very gentle comfort. I think of mono no aware and transience, as if to console myself with the thought that I need not really try to succeed at all, but rather can find some comforting disappearance when at long last I have reached the point at which life expects me to be a contributing adult man in society.
Life is truly wonderful at the moment, but the thoughts I have about the state of things and the nature of my own happiness refuse to keep to themselves. I dare not tell my roommate to whom I otherwise am so close, and so finally find myself on languish, whispering into asses' ears about a hole in the ground.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 12, 2012, 10:10:44 AM
I dare not tell my roommate to whom I otherwise am so close, and so finally find myself on languish, whispering into asses' ears about a hole in the ground.
I'm telling you, you'll be a lot happier once you are finally honest with your roommate, and let him frack your embedded shale deposits with his meaty hydraulic fracturing drill, his juicy man-proppents spilling out of your freshly bored wellhole. Squee. Mew.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 12, 2012, 10:10:44 AM
There is no proper home as such, for me here- Family is only a memory, and society does not smile upon the cohabitation of men beyond their college years.
Society's been warming up to that over the past few decades, no need to run off to Japan on that account.
"Being the little girl is serious business- much too important to leave it in the hands of women"
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 12, 2012, 10:58:27 AM
"Being the little girl is serious business- much too important to leave it in the hands of women"
That's a terrible thing to say.
Well, sure, but so is suggesting that I would seek to defile my wonderful relationship with my roommate.
Although it is true that women are quite poor at Being the Little Girl, especially in America, and Being the Little Girl is assuredly Serious Business.
The Japanese, both their men and women, seem to have a handle on how to do it.
Even you have to admit that some of your posts are a little bit too gushy towards your roommate. You are not a little girl, nor are you a little boy, and in this day and age we must always be on guard for homosexuals, so that we can reject them.
Being a little girl is a business for little girls, serious or no. It is best to let the attend to it, and not fetishize it. When people who aren't little girls try and get into that sort of thing, that's when things start going wrong.
I know I am too gushy toward my roommate. I have nowhere else to gush about it though, really, and I simply must; he is my favourite person in the world. Society as it is shrinks too much from declaring love for people; if there is not an element of lust it is seen as strange. Well, I love him very much; his life is at least as dear to me as my own. It is wonderful to have such a friend, and it is the finest thing I have in life, shining all the brightly for the fact that my social life is an otherwise fairly quiet affair.
I agree that those who are not The Little Girl cannot cross that veil and assume the role; the efforts to do so rightly draw condemnation. One might just as well long to be a cat.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 12, 2012, 11:57:13 AM
I know I am too gushy toward my roommate. I have nowhere else to gush about it though, really, and I simply must; he is my favourite person in the world.
You should let him gush into your lower colon.
Wow
And people call me crazy.
I've never heard anyone other than you call you crazy.
Quote from: sbr on August 12, 2012, 06:59:06 PM
I've never heard anyone other than you call you crazy.
:yes:
I just think he likes to hit people.
Quote from: sbr on August 12, 2012, 06:59:06 PM
I've never heard anyone other than you call you crazy.
Well of course, everything here is in text.
Aside from losing wars with America - and refusing to admit moral culpability for them despite being cleansed by fire - what do Japan and the South have in common?
Compared to mainline America, the old South and Japan both had more of a warrior culture backed by what you could call feudalism, both were less direct and more introverted, and had a non-materialistic culture with alternative value sets for how someone's worth was reckoned. Both failed to place much of a premium on human life, and integrated violence into their culture as something acceptable and proper.
Both were sublimely assured of their own superiority to the entire world, uninterested in change, and shocked out of their conviction. In particular, the South and Japan both were absolutely defined by in-group out-group thinking; the world was very much a series of scaling "us" and "them", with a great deal of insularity and hostility or indifference to "them", in whatever form that might manifest itself.
Of course, there are not an enormity of things they have in common. A lot of the cultures I like do not have great overlap- a lot of food tastes I like do not have great overlap, and similar with music. I do not believe there is one perfect set of cultural values- different ways of organizing society work for different people in different circumstances, and the world is more interesting for having the variety. (That said, if there is no right way to do it, there certainly seem to be plenty of wrong ways..)
Edit: Honourable mention goes to tsugaru shamisen and the plinkety-plink, which sounds shockingly nostalgic and familiar.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgN_xIHqLUA
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 14, 2012, 11:21:25 AM
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Quote from: Lettow77 on August 14, 2012, 11:21:25 AM
Compared to mainline America, the old South and Japan both had more of a warrior culture backed by what you could call feudalism, both were less direct and more introverted, and had a non-materialistic culture with alternative value sets for how someone's worth was reckoned.
I wouldn't mind living in a non-materialistic plantation house with 30 or so non-materialistic house slaves.
I was under the impression that Japan was a pretty materialistic society.
Quote from: Razgovory on August 14, 2012, 05:14:19 PM
I was under the impression that Japan was a pretty materialistic society.
It is, Lettow is an idiot.
I think Lettow may be thinking of some romantic notion of pre-war Japan.
Quote from: Peter Wiggin on August 14, 2012, 05:30:35 PM
I think Lettow may be thinking of some romantic notion of pre-war Japan.
Perhaps, but unless he has a time machine he has a big problem. And Yi is right, the South was fairly materialistic as well, I mean they did consider
human beings as a marketable commodity. It's not like the Planter class lived in Spartan huts. They were a pretty decadent bunch.
Quote from: Razgovory on August 14, 2012, 05:42:26 PM
And Yi is right, the South was fairly materialistic as well, I mean they did consider human beings as a marketable commodity. It's not like the Planter class lived in Spartan huts. They were a pretty decadent bunch.
Nor did they share.
I'm beginning to think Lettow should go look into the dark corners of that closet, Marti oh so tentatively left a couple of years back. : :secret::
I was indeed speaking about the old Japan. Japan today is enormously materialistic! Zeitaku wa teki da has shifted permanently to Zeitaku wa suteki da, and that's all there is to it. I don't necessarily mind, really. Regarding the South, while it certainly had a sense of luxury, the censure of the newly rich was very much in effect. Who your daddy was mattered for an awful lot- self-made men with a lot of money were secondary figures by comparison to the psuedo-aristocracy. (And of course, no amount of money could make a black man have real societal standing..)
But uh, Mongers- I give you my word that i'm not the least into that sort of thing, goodness. For the first time in a long time I've been speaking with women I am interested in- all it took was leaving the South.
This point deserves elaboration- When you take a room with 10 random Japanese girls, the quality is going to be significantly higher than 10 random girls from Memphis. First of all, half of the girls in our second sample are black, and thus right out. Of the remainder, two or three are too obese to consider, which is the only thing that precludes me from calling the Memphis singles scene slim pickings. Martin, Tennessee is significantly worse- intellectual attainment there died in a mudding accident.
Quoteintellectual attainment there died in a mudding accident.
Okay, that one made me laugh. :lol:
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 14, 2012, 06:42:39 PM
I was indeed speaking about the old Japan. Japan today is enormously materialistic! Zeitaku wa teki da has shifted permanently to Zeitaku wa suteki da, and that's all there is to it. I don't necessarily mind, really. Regarding the South, while it certainly had a sense of luxury, the censure of the newly rich was very much in effect. Who your daddy was mattered for an awful lot- self-made men with a lot of money were secondary figures by comparison to the psuedo-aristocracy. (And of course, no amount of money could make a black man have real societal standing..)
But uh, Mongers- I give you my word that i'm not the least into that sort of thing, goodness. For the first time in a long time I've been speaking with women I am interested in- all it took was leaving the South.
This point deserves elaboration- When you take a room with 10 random Japanese girls, the quality is going to be significantly higher than 10 random girls from Memphis. First of all, half of the girls in our second sample are black, and thus right out. Of the remainder, two or three are too obese to consider, which is the only thing that precludes me from calling the Memphis singles scene slim pickings. Martin, Tennessee is significantly worse- intellectual attainment there died in a mudding accident.
Excellent, not that I have an issue with people being gay, but that aspect of your writing style was getting a bit stale, and it had gone past the point of plot resolution. :)
edit:You know what's weird, this evening I visited an old friend of mine and he was married to a Japanese woman for 20 years before her death, and only now have I thought of him in relation to your interests.
He might have an interesting perspective on 'West-Far East' love/relationships, and I bet it's not nearly so simple/idolised as some would think.
You know who don't really have a materialistic society? Berbers.
you missed fried chciken in japan?
i admit ive never been to the us which probally does have mord but....japan is fried chicken land. its everywhere.
random japanese being more attractive than random americans....probally. but not by as much as you may first think
Quote from: Razgovory on August 14, 2012, 08:29:27 PM
You know who don't really have a materialistic society? Berbers.
They sure do hound you a lot to get you to buy their tours and wares for a non materialistic people.
Quote from: alfred russel on August 15, 2012, 09:35:42 AM
Quote from: Razgovory on August 14, 2012, 08:29:27 PM
You know who don't really have a materialistic society? Berbers.
They sure do hound you a lot to get you to buy their tours and wares for a non materialistic people.
I thought they were nomadic.
Quote from: Razgovory on August 15, 2012, 09:48:00 AM
I thought they were nomadic.
They are. They migrate from one end of town to the other, moving with the herd of presumably rich white people.
Quote from: alfred russel on August 15, 2012, 09:50:37 AM
Quote from: Razgovory on August 15, 2012, 09:48:00 AM
I thought they were nomadic.
They are. They migrate from one end of town to the other, moving with the herd of presumably rich white people.
What town are you thinking of.
Quote from: Razgovory on August 15, 2012, 09:52:05 AM
Quote from: alfred russel on August 15, 2012, 09:50:37 AM
Quote from: Razgovory on August 15, 2012, 09:48:00 AM
I thought they were nomadic.
They are. They migrate from one end of town to the other, moving with the herd of presumably rich white people.
What town are you thinking of.
I'm not really serious, but Marakkesh and Fes.
You really get around, don't you? What do you do, deal in arms?
Quote from: Razgovory on August 15, 2012, 09:56:14 AM
You really get around, don't you? What do you do, deal in arms?
Its worse than that. Insurance.
Quote from: alfred russel on August 15, 2012, 09:59:54 AM
Quote from: Razgovory on August 15, 2012, 09:56:14 AM
You really get around, don't you? What do you do, deal in arms?
Its worse than that. Insurance.
So you're the guy they send to rough people up when the payments aren't made? Nice gig if you can get it :P
Quote from: HVC on August 15, 2012, 10:15:18 AM
Quote from: alfred russel on August 15, 2012, 09:59:54 AM
So you're the guy they send to rough people up when the payments aren't made? Nice gig if you can get it :P
:ph34r:
Something unhallowed has emerged from Detroit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgFMzlTCDAc
http://www.chouanime.com/
With the greatest care, I am trying to create a playlist for the trip to Martin. It will be a defense of my musical taste and a chance to please those I care about while sharing something so private and personal as one's musical taste- the music I listen to I exclusively listen to by myself, so this is a rare opportunity.
The confirmed list thus far is here-
Joujou Yuujou
Bad Bad Leroy Brown
Tabi no Tochuu
Running Man
Always the Cause
Joe the Georgian
A League of Notions
Naked Man
Kizuna
Birmingham
Back on my Feet Again
Mr. Pumpkin's Ridiculous Dream
A massive feast of fried chicken, fried pickles, fried okra, fried carrots, strawberry-and-banana pudding, and corn nuggets washed down with sweet tea, followed by drinking with companions. We were served by a monumentally obese black man who encouraged us and coached us on how to properly enjoy our meal, before we advised him we weren't yankees, but locals.
Excellent times in the glory of youth.
You'd think a guy who likes fried iced tea would have enjoyed tempura when he was in Japan.
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 15, 2012, 10:40:55 AM
Something unhallowed has emerged from Detroit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgFMzlTCDAc
http://www.chouanime.com/
haha. What the hell. That is...terrible in so many ways.
Is she a maid or a Viking? :huh:
The weather outside is unseasonably temperate, with a gentle breeze. I sat outside in the shade for the better part of four hours slowly sipping tea, assembling models at an extremely unhurried pace, and enjoying the uninsistent feeling of happiness and tranquility in wonderful company, with the smell of tea in a large pot and pipesmoke agreeably mixing with milieu of a summer garden's usual fragrances.
I imagine that I would want to remember such a pleasant summer for the rest of my life.
Imminent Languish meetup on Saturday. It seems legit, assuredly- although acquaintences have the inevitable misgivings.
Perhaps going to Shiloh?
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 22, 2012, 09:30:13 PM
Imminent Languish meetup on Saturday. It seems legit, assuredly- although acquaintences have the inevitable misgivings.
Perhaps going to Shiloh?
Yes, and it should be interesting. :)
Shiloh? Like the death place of Texas' most famous traitor?
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No way Johnston is more famous than Sam Houston and Stephen Austin. :p
Quote from: Lettow77 on August 22, 2012, 09:30:13 PM
Imminent Languish meetup on Saturday.
Don't ask him to buttfuck you. He's not your roommate.
Quote from: alfred russel on August 23, 2012, 09:07:21 AM
No way Johnston is more famous than Sam Houston and Stephen Austin. :p
:bash:
Quote from: Valmy on August 23, 2012, 09:16:55 AM
Quote from: alfred russel on August 23, 2012, 09:07:21 AM
No way Johnston is more famous than Sam Houston and Stephen Austin. :p
:bash:
When they teach Texas history these days, is Texas independence all about liberation from the oppressive Mexicans, or is it taught in a balanced manner? Are the old Texas heroes still considered heroes in the official education?
Part of the draw to see Shiloh is that the other ACW battlefields I've been to are in northern states: Gettysburg and Antietam. Seeing the strength of the confederate fanboyism that still persists/how things are presented should be interesting.
After a talk about the importance of appreciating the changing seasons, my roommate and I took a drive to enjoy the scenery. We went as far as Murray, Kentucky before turning around- everything was quite wonderful, and Dresden is a fine Southern town that makes me feel better about the immediate environs of Northwest TN. It would truly seem that Martin, settled so late and little more than a college town, is truly the worst in the area.
As we slowly drove back toward home, we both without forethought began singing The Legionnaire's Lament, a spontaneous duo that left me deeply affected. I am sure my roommate was thinking thoughts comparable to mine, and the ensuing silence was heavy but overwhelmingly pleasant.
Lately there has been a well-meaning young lady pursuing my affection. I invited her over numerous times, because I was happy to have company that could enjoy good tea, and she would watch any anime I assigned to her or read literature I recommended. It was pleasant to have someone to share culture with, and she brought over kahlua and other nicknacks at regular intervals to make the apartment a more pleasant place. I wanted to believe she shared my regard that we were just friends, but at length it became obvious I had to keep her at a greater distance and hold her in less intimacy than before. How unpleasant! :(
It is a very lonely feeling to have to push someone away, but under the circumstances, it can't be helped. I couldn't really do anything less and be consistent with decency..
Quote from: Lettow77 on October 27, 2012, 04:00:48 PM
Lately there has been a well-meaning young lady pursuing my affection. I invited her over numerous times, because I was happy to have company that could enjoy good tea, and she would watch any anime I assigned to her or read literature I recommended. It was pleasant to have someone to share culture with, and she brought over kahlua and other nicknacks at regular intervals to make the apartment a more pleasant place. I wanted to believe she shared my regard that we were just friends, but at length it became obvious I had to keep her at a greater distance and hold her in less intimacy than before. How unpleasant! :(
It is a very lonely feeling to have to push someone away, but under the circumstances, it can't be helped. I couldn't really do anything less and be consistent with decency..
Maybe you should try more flamboyant mannerisms to avoid such awkwardness in the future.